September is a month of endings and new beginnings

wind road

the September road starts at my porch door
skips across
hops down the steps

it walks three feet up in the west wind
already singing in the maples
trees of sugar, fire and goofy noses

ignores the intersection and the streetlights
humming to itself
as it climbs higher into the pale sun

hiccoughs over the tall fence of the football field
almost visible
like a dogread scent

that open porch door breathes at me
I watch the wind
I hear the sun and the road away
sip my French press coffee, a tiny indulgence

September of cool breezes and new beginnings
you month of secondary spring
this once I cannot hoppity skip with you
that perpetuum mobile of dishwashers
and laundromats
and needy pets
and bills


your road starts inside my porch door
makes me smile with faith

Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-09-25 at 15:52

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful September song. I enjoyed reading this with its lovely skipping movements.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent writing (though, when I can get away from dishes and laundry, I'm more of a July person).

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
you are a wonderful creator of mind sparks, ignitions, and imagination reels churning up all sorts of flickers of life across this cyber community. Despite? I suppose whatever my own experience allows me to continue to infer...

I so enjoy you Katarina Wikholm. And taking from a film called As Good As It Gets, and then altering the line to suit me and my intentions, I'm stating, "You make me want to be a better appreciator of whom and what blesses me."

So there you have it. These things in life are good. We should or at least I should tell you I appreciate your talents. So I did. Thank You for blessing me here today. :)

Love love September.Before the October of Halloween and the rush to Chrustmas begins in shops

Katarina Wikholm
Sameen - exactly. "Despite" and you the reader can fill in the blanks, as drawn from the body of the poem

despite what? DESPITE WHAT?